Flip the cycle.
Your in denial.
Go walk a mile in to the wild
You wicked child.
Mistakes are trials
We take to make it worth while
Can't cry crocodiles.
Cold blooded reptiles
Shine on and read thr sun dial.
Cause times have changed.
Front of the stage
Loving when life's strange.
I ain't playing no fucking games.
Just floating running with no legs.
Ace of spades. Turning into jokers with drunken rage.
With no sleep for days. I ll sleep in my coffin as max graves
Soul stuck in a skeleton cage.
So I face the fear ans ride the wave.
Rocket fuel prepare to engage.
So fast forward the skin rips off of my face.
Scard forever but I accept the change.
No fucks given. Not afraid of shame.
All the love is alive
And it all lives in today.
Grow a back bone.
Vertabre.
The opposite of hate.
To be an artist is to be dysfunctional
Disappointed and irrational.
Adaptable and capable to keep going no matter the anvil of weight. Splattered in pain.
I am a painting that was never finished.
I am a piece of nature
I am my own future.
I can accomplish anything.
As long as i set my mind straight.
Chest open.
Woken hope Golden.
Broken frozen
Dead walking
Heart stolen
By the lonesome
But Awoken
Wash your mouth with the soap and
Joke you float so loaded.
Watch your dreams get spoken
Going back into the olden
Sea water in the ocean.
The universe is unfolding.
As it should.
Where the Misunderstood is something good.
And you can finally do all th2.e things
You wish you could.
Count the stars
Like grain in the wood.
Would you turn back time and take another look.
Or stay shook and keep writing the same book.
Like walking would be better if you had a different foot.
In front of the other.
Like hands shaking with your brother.
A painting that never dried.
Flip the cycle.
Your in denial.
Go walk a mile in to the wild
You wicked child.
Mistakes are trials
We take to make it worth while
Can't cry crocodiles.
Cold blooded reptiles
Shine on and read thr sun dial.
Cause times have changed.
Front of the stage
Loving when life's strange.
I ain't playing no fucking games.
Just floating running with no legs.
Ace of spades. Turning into jokers with drunken rage.
With no sleep for days. I ll sleep in my coffin as max graves
Soul stuck in a skeleton cage.
So I face the fear ans ride the wave.
Rocket fuel prepare to engage.
So fast forward the skin rips off of my face.
Scard forever but I accept the change.
No fucks given. Not afraid of shame.
All the love is alive
And it all lives in today.
Grow a back bone.
Vertabre.
The opposite of hate.
To be an artist is to be dysfunctional
Disappointed and irrational.
Adaptable and capable to keep going no matter the anvil of weight. Splattered in pain.
I am a painting that was never finished.
I am a piece of nature
I am my own future.
I can accomplish anything.
BURDEN
